The Little Twister Girl (A Beatles Fanfiction)

Just To Dance With You (Chapter 4)

We enter a small diner, and I see painted on the white tiles the name, 'Joe's Diner'. I laugh a bit, and try to recall how many diners I know named similarly. John runs off to talk to some women, and I cough at the way John is acting. He does know he's wedded, right?

Paul looks at my concern, as George sits down at a booth and asks for a milkshake. I catch myself lingering at George for too long, and avert my gaze to Paul once more.

"Ignore John, he's always a flirt. He never takes those birds home." Paul says, rubbing my arm slightly as I look at him. 

"I see." I say, laughing slightly and Paul smiles.

"Well, don't feel like a stranger, darling. Feel free to buy anything you want."
Paul says, handing me some change from his pocket. I reluctantly take as he smirks at me.

"Don't let the night be wasted."

With those words, he walks away to a blonde girl in a yellow dress. I look at them and feel mysef without anyone to talk to, so I walk to George and sit beside him.

"Hello." I say, asking for a milkshake as George gets his. I decide to use the change Paul gave me as I hand it to the waitress.

"Carol, nice to see you." George smiles, and I avert my gaze to the people dancing.

"Why aren't you out there?" I ask, seeing that he's a Beatle and all. I'm sure anyone would love to dance with him.

"I could say the same to you," he teases me. "Just haven't seen a girl worth troubling over in here."

He sips his drink as I recieve mine. I look at my feet as I shift them awkwardly. Something tells me I can trust George with how I feel, and I decide to let him know what's on my mind. There's no harm to it, right?

"Paul and I are getting married." I say, still looking at the dancers. "It's a distraction for the press. He wants privacy. I suppose I don't blame him."

George stays quiet for a bit and then speaks. "What are your feelings 'bout it?"

I look at him slightly, and then look away. "My feelings don't matter. I need the money, and things were already planned before I knew it."

George eyes my lips and gently smiles in an attempt to comfort me . "I'm here to listen, you know. I'm not much of a talker."

I look at him and notice his hazel eyes on me. I smile. "Thank you George. I feel a great friendship out of this."

George laughs. "May I have this dance?" He stands up and places his drink down, offering his hand to me. I look at him and place mine down.

"It would be an honour." I take his hand and laugh, as we make our way to the dance floor.

Roll Over Beethoven plays on the jukebox as we start to dance. Many of the couples start to twist and I join in. Maybe tonight's not going to be a total bummer.

"Hey, thats me!" George laughs and I join in. I notice his fangs in the soft light and look away slightly. He shakes a little as he dances and I giggle slightly. He's very cute.

"Is it? I can't tell." I tease him, and he pokes my sides.

Before we can finish our dance, Paul pulls me away from him. I look up to Paul quickly as he grips my arm and looks at George.

"Paul, let go of me." I say, removing my arm from his grip as I look to the floor. I was having so much fun with George.

Paul looks at me and furrows his eyebrows.

"You're enagaged to me, remember?"

"You said to have fun, and I was until you pulled me away from George."  I say, hurt by his actions. Paul hasn't been anything but kind to me so far.